Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

to the outer rim
nebulae beneath smoky peaks
thin air, heady whiffs and gusts
intensity still as cracks in the clay

the far shore pulls
restless, damaged spirits
bastards on horseback write poems
the barren shore, prospects remote

rain sifts from billowed bellies in vain
turned away in dissipated shrouds
picture her on a gone-scape cloud
root for a stray to get loose

inspired by "girl on a hill" ... really.
well, at least the title...

Enjoyed the poem.

very moo-ving.. i have known people that went on cow transitions, my sister painted nothing but cows for awhile, and everything was cow in the house-i learned they see things cross eyed- which explainz how stupid americans are becoming- HAVE SOME BEEF HONEY
i love watching the cows by the sea in kauai= both the fat rich women and the beef on four legs- sometimes in a particularly stoner moment they look kind of the same-however- the babes are looking a lil tired as well these days- all that ox- every cow has had ox=someone might say- the tale of the ox and z cow..

the screm of a cow i learned is because the farmer took away their child- and then we steal the milk- and well- then we wonder why our lives are so odd=but cows, chew on the cud, [deep thinkers]

i think that i am having a cow forgive me

it's freezing in here air conditioner cranked up
probably why I got a chill reading it

We all moo for Camus